darkend13

WARNING! The second poem, "An Addiction" I've rated MA (mature audience only), And L (for mild language).

If you feel that you are not mature enough to handle some of the usage of vocabulary in the second poem (An Addiction) Then please do not read it! And please do not comment saying I should used different words. I've chosen them for a reason.

However, if you feel you are mature enough, and adult enough to handle the vocab in the second poem, you may proceed in reading and commenting it.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

Make me feel like I’m something better than nothing.

Like I matter somewhere to someone more loving.

I’ve got nothing to show for the life I’ve lived.

‘Cept some empty pockets and the love that I give.

It’s not much till you need it and you realize it’s yours.

Then you’ll realize you’ve wasted it but you’ll feel no remorse.

You’ve taken it for granted. And you feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that you’ve caused from your game.

I’m a pawn on your board of black and white checker

A piece to be played when you’ve got nothing better.

You’ll use me once, twice, then cast me away.

Then you’ll pull me back into this game that we play.

You want to feel like you’re something better than nothing.

Like you matter somewhere to someone more loving.

You’ve got so much to offer for what you’ve been through

You’ve got the charm, the smile, the money too.

You can get anything you want, but you choose to stay.

Like you enjoy the pain that’s caused from our game.

I’ve taken you for granted, I feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that I’ve cause from my game.

You’re a chip on my table of green and white velvet

In a game I play where I raise the stakes when I can help it.

I’ll gamble with your life, your love, and your pain.

Cause I’m on a streak, the more you lose, the more I gain.

I’ll take you for granted, and you’ll do the same,

Cause there’s pleasure in the pain that’s caused by our game.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

An Addiction

I love her, but I hate her.

And i'm crawling on my knees.

Trying to figure this sh't out.

What the f'ck do I need?

Am I looking for Compassion,

Or do I crave for attention?

My mind is in suspense, and

I'm starting to get addicted.

I'm torn between two thoughts

And my mind is trying to cope.

My heart is beating so f'ckin fast

From the adrenaline of false hope.

Is this what you call Compassion?

When I crave for you attention.

My mind is in suspense, and

I'm starting to get addicted.

I hate her, but love her.

Now i'm begging, on my knees.

What the f'ck do I do.

Somebody, tell me. Please!

WARNING! The second poem, "An Addiction" I've rated MA (mature audience only), And L (for mild language).

If you feel that you are not mature enough to handle some of the usage of vocabulary in the second poem (An Addiction) Then please do not read it! And please do not comment saying I should used different words. I've chosen them for a reason.

However, if you feel you are mature enough, and adult enough to handle the vocab in the second poem, you may proceed in reading and commenting it.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

Make me feel like I’m something better than nothing.

Like I matter somewhere to someone more loving.

I’ve got nothing to show for the life I’ve lived.

‘Cept some empty pockets and the love that I give.

It’s not much till you need it and you realize it’s yours.

Then you’ll realize you’ve wasted it but you’ll feel no remorse.

You’ve taken it for granted. And you feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that you’ve caused from your game.

I’m a pawn on your board of black and white checker

A piece to be played when you’ve got nothing better.

You’ll use me once, twice, then cast me away.

Then you’ll pull me back into this game that we play.

You want to feel like you’re something better than nothing.

Like you matter somewhere to someone more loving.

You’ve got so much to offer for what you’ve been through

You’ve got the charm, the smile, the money too.

You can get anything you want, but you choose to stay.

Like you enjoy the pain that’s caused from our game.

I’ve taken you for granted, I feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that I’ve cause from my game.

You’re a chip on my table of green and white velvet

In a game I play where I raise the stakes when I can help it.

I’ll gamble with your life, your love, and your pain.

Cause I’m on a streak, the more you lose, the more I gain.

I’ll take you for granted, and you’ll do the same,

Cause there’s pleasure in the pain that’s caused by our game.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

An Addiction

I love her, but I hate her.

And i'm crawling on my knees.

Trying to figure this **** out.

What the **** do I need?

Am I looking for Compassion,

Or do I crave for attention?

My mind is in suspense, and

I'm starting to get addicted.

I'm torn between two thoughts

And my mind is trying to cope.

My heart is beating so ****** fast

From the adrenaline of false hope.

Is this what you call Compassion?

When I crave for you attention.

My mind is in suspense, and

I'm starting to get addicted.

I hate her, but love her.

Now i'm begging, on my knees.

What the **** do I do.

Somebody, tell me. Please!

Make me feel like I’m something better than nothing.

Like I matter somewhere to someone more loving.

I’ve got nothing to show for the life I’ve lived.

‘Cept some empty pockets and the love that I give.

It’s not much till you need it and you realize it’s yours.

Then you’ll realize you’ve wasted it but you’ll feel no remorse.

You’ve taken it for granted. And you feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that you’ve caused from your game.

I’m a pawn on your board of black and white checker

A piece to be played when you’ve got nothing better.

You’ll use me once, twice, then cast me away.

Then you’ll pull me back into this game that we play.

You want to feel like you’re something better than nothing.

Like you matter somewhere to someone more loving.

You’ve got so much to offer for what you’ve been through

You’ve got the charm, the smile, the money too.

You can get anything you want, but you choose to stay.

Like you enjoy the pain that’s caused from our game.

I’ve taken you for granted, I feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that I’ve cause from my game.

You’re a chip on my table of green and white velvet

In a game I play where I raise the steaks when I can help it.

I’ll gamble with your life, your love, and your pain

Cause I’m on a streak, the more you lose, the more I gain.

I’ll take you for granted, and you’ll do the same,

Cause there’s pleasure in the pain that’s caused by our game.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Just a Memory

I gave you a piece of my heart

And it scarred when you left.

Now these memories tease

and I’m left to confess.

These feelings for you

That never left.

A memory of mine,

And a memory of yours.

Shared in this existence

And left unexplored.

Untouched by time.

Like it happened yesterday.

And if I tried to grab it,

It’d just slip away.

If just for a moment.

If it’d just stay

I could be happy

If only for a day.

But time moves on,

Or so they say.

Cause after all,

It’s just a memory.

Make me feel like I’m something better than nothing.

Like I matter somewhere to someone more loving.

I’ve got nothing to show for the life I’ve lived.

‘Cept some empty pockets and the love that I give.

It’s not much till you need it and you realize it’s yours.

Then you’ll realize you’ve wasted it but you’ll feel no remorse.

You’ve taken it for granted. And you feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that you’ve caused from your game.

I’m a pawn on your board of black and white checker

A piece to be played when you’ve got nothing better.

You’ll use me once, twice, then cast me away.

Then you’ll pull me back into this game that we play.

You want to feel like you’re something better than nothing.

Like you matter somewhere to someone more loving.

You’ve got so much to offer for what you’ve been through

You’ve got the charm, the smile, the money too.

You can get anything you want, but you choose to stay.

Like you enjoy the pain that’s caused from our game.

I’ve taken you for granted, I feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that I’ve cause from my game.

You’re a chip on my table of green and white velvet

In a game I play where I raise the steaks when I can help it.

I’ll gamble with your life, your love, and your pain

Cause I’m on a streak, the more you lose, the more I gain.

I’ll take you for granted, and you’ll do the same,

Cause there’s pleasure in the pain that’s caused by our game.

Make me feel like I’m something better than nothing.

Like I matter somewhere to someone more loving.

I’ve got nothing to show for the life I’ve lived.

‘Cept some empty pockets and the love that I give.

It’s not much till you need it and you realize it’s yours.

Then you’ll realize you’ve wasted it but you’ll feel no remorse.

You’ve taken it for granted. And you feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that you’ve caused from your game.

I’m a pawn on your board of black and white checker

A piece to be played when you’ve got nothing better.

You’ll use me once, twice, then cast me away.

Then you’ll pull me back into this game that we play.

You want to feel like you’re something better than nothing.

Like you matter somewhere to someone more loving.

You’ve got so much to offer for what you’ve been through

You’ve got the charm, the smile, the money too.

You can get anything you want, but you choose to stay.

Like you enjoy the pain that’s caused from our game.

I’ve taken you for granted, I feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that I’ve cause from my game.

You’re a chip on my table of green and white velvet

In a game I play where I raise the steaks when I can help it.

I’ll gamble with your life, your love, and your pain

Cause I’m on a streak, the more you lose, the more I gain.

I’ll take you for granted, and you’ll do the same,

Cause there’s pleasure in the pain that’s caused by our game.

Make me feel like I’m something better than nothing.

Like I matter somewhere to someone more loving.

I’ve got nothing to show for the life I’ve lived.

‘Cept some empty pockets and the love that I give.

It’s not much till you need it and you realize it’s yours.

Then you’ll realize you’ve wasted it but you’ll feel no remorse.

You’ve taken it for granted. And you feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that you’ve caused from your game.

I’m a pawn on your board of black and white checker

A piece to be played when you’ve got nothing better.

You’ll use me once, twice, then cast me away.

Then you’ll pull me back into this game that we play.

You want to feel like you’re something better than nothing.

Like you matter somewhere to someone more loving.

You’ve got so much to offer for what you’ve been through

You’ve got the charm, the smile, the money too.

You can get anything you want, but you choose to stay.

Like you enjoy the pain that’s caused from our game.

I’ve taken you for granted, I feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that I’ve cause from my game.

You’re a chip on my table of green and white velvet

In a game I play where I raise the steaks when I can help it.

I’ll gamble with your life, your love, and your pain

Cause I’m on a streak, the more you lose, the more I gain.

I’ll take you for granted, and you’ll do the same,

Cause there’s pleasure in the pain that’s caused by our game

Make me feel like I’m something better than nothing.

Like I matter somewhere to someone more loving.

I’ve got nothing to show for the life I’ve lived.

‘Cept some empty pockets and the love that I give.

It’s not much till you need it and you realize it’s yours.

Then you’ll realize you’ve wasted it but you’ll feel no remorse.

You’ve taken it for granted. And you feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that you’ve caused from your game.

I’m a pawn on your board of black and white checker

A piece to be played when you’ve got nothing better.

You’ll use me once, twice, then cast me away.

Then you’ll pull me back into this game that we play.

You want to feel like you’re something better than nothing.

Like you matter somewhere to someone more loving.

You’ve got so much to offer for what you’ve been through

You’ve got the charm, the smile, the money too.

You can get anything you want, but you choose to stay.

Like you enjoy the pain that’s caused from our game.

I’ve taken you for granted, I feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that I’ve cause from my game.

You’re a chip on my table of green and white velvet

In a game I play where I raise the steaks when I can help it.

I’ll gamble with you life, your love, and your pain

Cause I’m on a streak, the more you lose, the more I gain.

I’ll take you for granted, and you’ll do the same,

Cause there’s pleasure in the pain that’s caused by our game.

Make me feel like I’m something better than nothing.

Like I matter somewhere to someone more loving.

I’ve got nothing to show for the life I’ve lived.

‘Cept some empty pockets and the love that I give.

It’s not much till you need it and you realize it’s yours.

Then you’ll realize you’ve wasted it but you’ll feel no remorse.

You’ve taken it for granted. And you feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that you’ve caused from your game.

I’m a pawn on your board of black and white checker

A piece to be played when you’ve got nothing better.

You’ll use me once, twice, then cast me away.

Then you’ll pull me back into this game that we play.

You want to feel like you’re something better than nothing.

Like you matter somewhere to someone more loving.

You’ve got so much to offer for what you’ve been through

You’ve got the charm, the smile, the money too.

You can get anything you want, but you choose to stay.

Like you enjoy the pain that’s caused from our game.

I’ve taken you for granted, I feel no shame,

No grief in the pain that I’ve cause from my game.

You’re a chip on my table of green and white velvet

In a game I play where I raise the steaks when I can help it.

I’ll gamble with you life, your love, and your pain

Cause I’m on a streak, the more you lose, the more I gain.

I’ll take you for granted, and you’ll do the same,

Cause there’s pleasure in the pain that’s caused by our game.

Everyone seems to think this is a Christian poem, because of the mention of god. But its rly not.

It should also be noted that when i use words like "us" "we" or "our" I do not mean everyone. However a lot of ppl, if not everyone, can fall into the catagory.

Rivers Run Red

We are made in his image.

That’s what they say.

From our kind hearts,

To our violent ways.

We show our love,

our passion, our hate.

We sometimes destroy

The things we create.

Whether it be machine,

A home,

Or the children we name.

Even the lives we make

In search of some fame.

All left in the dust

Of the riots that rage

In the streets we called home.

And we just look away.

We wage war on our brothers.

Our rivers run red.

As our children fight our battles.

It’s their blood that is shed.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of mistakes in the past.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of one name heard so vast.

In gods name we “pray.”

As we wait for the day.

As we wait for our questions

To be answered.

As we wait for our answers

Too many lives are lost.

Enough waiting,

I say,

It’s all a lost cause.

lines 1-4: It is said tha we are made in him image, everything he has, he gave us.

Lines 5-8: Just like gods we show Love, Passion, and hate. We have the power to create thing of great importance. But even so, we still manage to destroy the things we love, that we've created.

Lines 9-13: Lists simply some things that we could destroy

Lines 14-16: The after math of the destruction is seen everywhere. "in the riots that rage" doesn't exactly mean riots on our streets. But shows the destruction, even if its not of you own doing, whether it's close to home or not.

Line 17: Simply shows our ignorance.

Lines 18-21: We get caught up in battles and struggles both with our neighbors and our family. And it causes problems for our future generations. Cause its something theyll have to deal with if it hasnt ended with us.

Lines 22-25: Simply details on 18-21 saying that in their time, the struggles that had taken place in the past are what's causing their problems. And sometimes, as our past does show, Its one "name" or one man that is causing the problem. An example being Adolf Hitler. A man killing off random ppl for no reason at all. Ravaging europe. And both the ppl in europe, and here in america ignored it. "One name heard so vast" doesnt only apply to "god"

Lines 26-31: Shows that our ignorace only continues further, as we dont rly do much to help the situation, We'll be happy to pray, and hope things get better. We'll be more than happy to wait for things to get better, But never do anything our selves to help it get better. Even if helping meant doing something small.

Lines 32-34: Author is simply suggesting that "praying" and waiting isnt enough. Cause to do so is only a lost cause. And that we should try harder to fix problems in a way that will not destroy us at the same time.

Ive posted them in my blog

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog....

There are about 25 posts (including some random entries). I knw that publishing poetry takes a lot to do. One of the things i am curious about is if i can capture the reader. That is one of the most important things. Being sure that my work is something that someone would want to read. I can't figure this out for myself, because i love to read my work, but i am not everyone else.

One of the poems that is not in the blog (mainly cause no matter what i did, it wouldnt let me post it in the style i wanted) ive included here.

So, if you would. Just take a couple mins to browse some of them. And tell me which ones might be suitable for publishing, or if publishing is even a good idea. I would very much appreciate it.

Thanks in advance.

J. R. Spears

So afraid of death.

But I'm tired of living.

Can't find any meaning,

In these words I've been given.

I'm trying to search.

But I keep on forgetting,

That this path that I'm on,

Is so unforgiving.

I'm being held back.

And I can't seem to escape,

This unbreakable grasp.

Imprisoned by my fate.

And I'm trying to flee,

Only to be caught.

In this web I'm entangled,

By all that I've rought.

Always to be trapt,

By the hold of despair.

My life has no meaning.

And seems so unfair.

Ive posted them in my blog

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog....

There are about 25 posts (including some random entries). I knw that publishing poetry takes a lot to do. One of the things i am curious about is if i can capture the reader. That is one of the most important things. Being sure that my work is something that someone would want to read. I can't figure this out for myself, because i love to read my work, but i am not everyone else.

One of the poems that is not in the blog (mainly cause no matter what i did, it wouldnt let me post it in the style i wanted) ive included here.

So, if you would. Just take a couple mins to browse some of them. And tell me which ones might be suitable for publishing, or if publishing is even a good idea. I would very much appreciate it.

Thanks in advance.

J. R. Spears

So afraid of death.

But I'm tired of living.

Can't find any meaning,

In these words I've been given.

I'm trying to search.

But I keep on forgetting,

That this path that I'm on,

Is so unforgiving.

I'm being held back.

And I can't seem to escape,

This unbreakable grasp.

Imprisoned by my fate.

And I'm trying to flee,

Only to be caught.

In this web I'm entangled,

By all that I've rought.

Always to be trapt,

By the hold of despair.

My life has no meaning.

And seems so unfair.

Ive posted them in my blog

http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog...

There are about 25 posts (including some random entries). I knw that publishing poetry takes a lot to do. One of the things i am curious about is if i can capture the reader. That is one of the most important things. Being sure that my work is something that someone would want to read. I can't figure this out for myself, because i love to read my work, but i am not everyone else.

One of the poems that is not in the blog (mainly cause no matter what i did, it wouldnt let me post it in the style i wanted) ive included here.

So, if you would. Just take a couple mins to browse some of them. And tell me which ones might be suitable for publishing, or if publishing is even a good idea. I would very much appreciate it.

Thanks in advance.

J. R. Spears

So afraid of death.

But I'm tired of living.

Can't find any meaning,

In these words I've been given.

I'm trying to search.

But I keep on forgetting,

That this path that I'm on,

Is so unforgiving.

I'm being held back.

And I can't seem to escape,

This unbreakable grasp.

Imprisoned by my fate.

And I'm trying to flee,

Only to be caught.

In this web I'm entangled,

By all that I've rought.

Always to be trapt,

By the hold of despair.

My life has no meaning.

And seems so unfair.

We are made in his image.

That’s what they say.

From our kind hearts,

To our violent ways.

We show our love,

our passion, our hate.

We even destroy the very

Things we create.

Whether it be machine,

A home,

Or the children we name.

Even the lives we make

In search of some fame.

All left in the dust

Of the riots that rage

In the streets we called home.

And we just look away.

We wage war on our brothers.

Our rivers run red.

As our children fight our battles.

It’s their blood that is shed.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of mistakes in the past.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of one name heard so vast.

In gods name we “pray.”

As we wait for the day.

As we wait for our questions

To be answered.

As we wait for our answers

Too many lives are lost.

Enough waiting,

I say,

It’s all a lost cause.

"Rivers Run Red”

We are made in his image.

That’s what they say.

From our kind hearts,

To our violent ways.

We show our love,

our passion, our hate.

We even destroy the very

Things we create.

Whether it be machine,

A home,

Or the children we name.

Even the lives we make

In search of some fame.

All left in the dust

Of the riots that rage

In the streets we called home.

And we just look away.

We wage war on our brothers.

Our rivers run red.

As our children fight our battles.

It’s their blood that is shed.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of mistakes in the past.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of one name heard so vast.

In gods name we “pray.”

As we wait for the day.

As we wait for our questions

To be answered.

As we wait for our answers

Too many lives are lost.

Enough waiting,

I say,

It’s all a lost cause.

"Rivers Run Red”

We are made in his image.

That’s what they say.

From our kind hearts,

To our violent ways.

We show our love,

our passion, our hate.

We even destroy the very

Things we create.

Whether it be machine,

A home,

Or the children we name.

Even the lives we make

In search of some fame.

All left in the dust

Of the riots that rage

In the streets we called home.

And we just look away.

We wage war on our brothers.

Our rivers run red.

As our children fight our battles.

It’s their blood that is shed.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of mistakes in the past.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of one name heard so vast.

In gods name we “pray.”

As we wait for the day.

As we wait for our questions

To be answered.

As we wait for our answers

Too many lives are lost.

Enough waiting,

I say,

It’s all a lost cause.

"Rivers Run Red”

We are made in his image.

That’s what they say.

From our kind hearts,

To our violent ways.

We show our love,

our passion, our hate.

We even destroy the very

Things we create.

Whether it be machine,

A home,

Or the children we name.

Even the lives we make

In search of some fame.

All left in the dust

Of the riots that rage

In the streets we called home.

And we just look away.

We wage war on your brothers.

Our rivers run red.

As our children fight our battles.

It’s their blood that is shed.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of mistakes in the past.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of one name heard so vast.

In gods name we “pray.”

As we wait for the day.

As we wait for our questions

To be answered.

As we wait for our answers

Too many lives are lost.

Enough waiting,

I say,

It’s all a lost cause.

"Rivers Run Red”

We are made in his image.

That’s what they say.

From our kind hearts,

To our violent ways.

We show our love,

our passion, our hate.

We even destroy the very

Things we create.

Whether it be machine,

A home,

Or the children we name.

Even the lives we make

In search of some fame.

All left in the dust

Of the riots that rage

In the streets we called home.

And we just look away.

We wage war on your brothers.

Our rivers run red.

As our children fight our battles.

It’s their blood that is shed.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of mistakes in the past.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of one name heard so vast.

In gods name we “pray.”

As we wait for the day.

As we wait for our questions

To be answered.

As we wait for our answers

Too many lives are lost.

Enough waiting,

I say,

It’s all a lost cause.

"Rivers Run Red”

We are made in his image.

That’s what they say.

From our kind hearts,

To our violent ways.

We show our love,

our passion, our hate.

We even destroy the very

Things we create.

Whether it be machine,

A home,

Or the children we name.

Even the lives we make

In search of some fame.

All left in the dust

Of the riots that rage

In the streets we called home.

And we just look away.

We wage war on your brothers.

Our rivers run red.

As our children fight our battles.

It’s their blood that is shed.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of mistakes in the past.

It’s their lives that are lost

Because of one name heard so vast.

In gods name we “pray.”

As we wait for the day.

As we wait for our questions

To be answered.

As we wait for our answers

Too many lives are lost.

Enough waiting,

I say,

It’s all a lost cause.

Soulless, so empty and uncontaining.

She ripped me open, and left my life waining.

I can’t seem to get passed it.

We seemed so happy, what the hell happened.

Our life together seemed so fast and,

Now my memories are worthless, I feel so abandoned.

But to mention it all, and tell it like it has been.

Just a story of my life, and this is how it happened.

We met each other, and it was love at first sight.

I knew it was with her, I would spend the rest of my life.

Everyone said I was wrong, I thought I was right.

I told them I loved her, and I would ask her to be my wife.

I told them they didn’t matter, I didn’t care what they said.

To just leave me alone, and just like that it would end.

They looked at me with disapproval, and shook their heads.

They left me so fast, ashamed to call me their friend.

With everyone gone, my time being spent with her.

I pretended to be happy, but my life was steadily getting worse.

She became my cancer, and I desperately needed the cure.

She took my life over, so quick with great force.

I had to end my grief, my suffering, this madness.

There was only one way I knew it could happen.

Just to end my life, and do it my fastest.

The only way it could be done, the only way it would happen.

But I couldn’t do it, no matter how much I plead.

I was afraid of death, and the thought of being dead.

Then I finally realized, no matter what anyone said.

I had to suffer through life, though mine was at end.